All Chapters of The alpha king's slave mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lyra’s POVRonan looked at me with more pain in his eyes than I had ever seen. When I looked around the table, the nobles had a a look of pity.Finally, one spoke. “Child, we have seen that you truly regret your actions but do not excuse them and you're ready to take accountability along side the fact that you have now potentially given yourself a curse just to save Garrick.” He paused. “That is by far one of the most selfless and admirable things I have seen in all my years.”“True.” Another one said.“We have taken all these into account and we would discuss the next course of action and get back to you and the king.”“Of course. Thank you, Lord Maverick.” Ronan said with an appreciative nod.“Well then,” Lord Maverick said as him and the other nobles rose from their seats. “We'll be ok our way, your majesty.”They all gave a bow then walks out.“Lyra…”My eyes snapped to Aldric. He looked like he had aged even more over the past couple of days. He opened his mouth to say something,

Kael’s POVThe first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was rage.Not pain, not the burning of the poison that had nearly consumed me, not the ache in my bones from being dragged out of that cursed forest. Rage. Because I knew the moment I took in the sterile white walls and the hushed voices of healers that I had been unconscious and I had lost time.Shit!I can't lose Lyra again not now that I knew that she was so close.I shoved the thin sheets off me and swung my legs over the bed. My body screamed, but I ignored it. The healers rushed toward me, voices trembling, begging me to lie back down, that my body wasn’t ready.I didn’t care.I rose to my feet, and though my muscles trembled I kept my spine was straight and moved not allowing them to stop me. The guards at the door stiffened, moving to block me. I met their eyes with one cold, warning glare. They froze. Not one dared move.Good.I stormed past them, my bare feet echoing on the marble floor, each step filled with the fury

Kael’s POVIt didn’t take long for them to get him. A few minutes, and the heavy oak doors of my father’s office burst open.Lucian Blackthorn was dragged inside, thrashing against the guards like a wild beast. His voice thundered through the room, filled with fury.“What is the meaning of this?!” He roared, his eyes blazing as they locked onto my father. “Julian! Tell your dogs to release me at once!”“Release him,” my father commanded calmly.The guards obeyed instantly, shoving him forward before retreating to the corner of the office. Lucian straightened, tugging at his disheveled coat. He was bleeding, a thin line along his jaw and smears down his arm. The metallic tang of blood filled in the air, and I couldn’t stop the corner of my mouth from twitching upward.Of course he’d made them bleed. Lucian Blackthorn would never go anywhere without a fight.“Your Majesty,” one of the guards stammered. “Four of our men were injured trying to subdue him.”My father waved a dismissive han

kael's pov“What do you mean by weapon?” Lucian asked in a deadly tone. His voice was filled with anger but he controlled himself because even now he knows that he doesn't have that much power over usJulian didn’t hesitate. He never did. My father was always composed, even when speaking of the most damning truths. “There’s a prophecy,” he began, his eyes narrowing slightly, “a prophecy about a she-wolf destined to unite the kingdoms… or lead one to triumph over the other.”Selene stiffened at this, her hands clutching the fabric of her dress so tightly her knuckles whitened. Celeste frowned, confusion and disbelief written all over her face. And Lucian—he froze completely, his jaw clenching as though he already knew where this was going.My father continued, calm, unyielding. “Draken told me of it. He said the she-wolf would come from the Blackthorn line. For years, I assumed it was Celeste—” his gaze flicked briefly at her, dismissive, “—since Lyra was… weak. It seemed logical.”Cel

Kael's povThe torches along the stone walls flickered, though no wind blew. I felt the shift before I heard it, like the shadows themselves had inhaled. Then, from the far corner of the chamber, darkness peeled itself free from the wall, taking shape as a man.At least, half a man.The other half was swallowed in shifting shadows, writhing as though alive, clinging to him like a cloak. The man that emerged was pale, his skin almost luminous against the black. His hair fell in loose ink-dark strands around his face, and his eyes—gods above—his eyes were pools of abyssal black. No whites, no color. Just endless void.And yet he was beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful. A kind of beauty that demanded silence. My heart stuttered in my chest, caught between awe and fear.“Ahh,” he drawled, lips curling to reveal long, sharp fangs. “Finally. A guest.”In one hand, he held a bright red lollipop, which he slid between his teeth with unsettling glee. The sharp tips of his fangs clinked lightly a